A/N- To make it clear, Korsak and Frost have known the Rizzoli's before Jane went into the Royal Navy and both characters moved to England with the Rizzoli's; that back-story will be explained in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that are from the TV series or the books, apart from the characters that I make up.

Operation Isles

What Happens In The Past Doesn't Stay In The Past

Jane was never affected by the sight of blood or mangled bodies; it was something that she had been forced to quickly get used to. Yet the sight of blood on her hands forced a reaction out of her that she hadn't been through since the beginning of her career on the field, six years ago.

"Maura...?" The shaken Lieutenant whispered, moving trembling arms to push herself off the doctor. No reaction from the blonde forced Jane to repeat Maura's name louder until she decided to physically try and wake her.

She felt someone grab her from behind to pry her off the blonde, yet with her strength she fought the hands off, shoving the person hard and kept her tear filled eyes on Maura, hoping to see those hazel eyes again.

"God, someone help! Please help her!" Jane shouted at the shocked nurses who were cowering against the wall. Jane's voice seemed to shake them out of their shock and they hurried over and started to apply pressure to the wound on her neck, which had stopped spurting out blood and instead started to slow.

Jane was quickly pushed out of the way by the medical staff who had grabbed tools to help save their employers life.

The Lieutenant looked over slowly to where Pte. Simmons was standing; following his line of sight Jane's eyes landed on the fallen man on the other side of the room.

She barely understood how the private must be feeling.

Her first kill wasn't memorable or heroic. Her target wasn't aiming a gun at an innocent like the patient was.

The man she tore through, with a burst of bullets, was just in her way.

He would've probably killed her if she gave him the chance; well that's what she told herself late at night when she wasn't distracted enough to forget the memory. But the difference between this kill and her first was that they had given this man a choice; a choice to live or die.

She had chosen for that man in the desert. She had played judge and jury and decided to give him the death penalty.

Jane realised she had fallen to her knees in front of everyone. She was in charge of the security of this hospital, it's staff and patients and she had failed. A patient was killed and a member of the staff was close to joining only just a member of the staff but someone Jane cared about. Someone that Jane had subconsciously promised to protect.

She had failed and in doing so had shown that she was weak, so what was the point in carrying on with the façade. Before the tears in her eyes slid down her face, she felt strong arms lift her up off the ground and holding her knew this person; without looking she knew that it was Korsak who was holding on to her and comforting her.

She had been in this embrace and in a similar state before.

Detective Jane Rizzoli was the youngest officer to ever be promoted to the rank of detective and whoever knew her knew she was the best at her job. She strived where others chose to give up and for that she was known throughout Boston and surrounding areas as a person who you would not want to be on the wrong side of.

Yet she soon realised that being known as untouchable had its defects.

One of them was being a target and a sort of challenge for one of Boston's criminals to say, "Yes, I was the one who made the rock hard Jane Rizzoli quiver in fear".

Charles Hoyt was the only one to do it.

Korsak unfortunately remembered it all too well.

Something about the devastatingly cruel and twisted way that Hoyt killed and tortured his victims sent Jane into a dedicated and determined frenzy to catch him and protect further victims the minute she was handed the case.

Korsak knew Jane was in a bad place while working the case; she wasn't sleeping, barely eating, but she was stronger than he had ever seen her before.

That was until the day they got hold of a solid lead.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

Jane couldn't wait for backup, he was in there. A 100 yards away from her and she would not let him get away from her again. She couldn't wait for backup to find out afterwards that he had escaped.

So she ran.

Ignoring Korsak's shouts, she noiselessly ran up to the front door. Looking through the murky windows and seeing no movement, she reached for the door knob, pistol in her other hand, ready if needed.

Finding the door unlocked; not thinking about why that was suspicious, Jane slowly entered.

The room had barely any light and only the glow of the moon allowed Jane to see the dust covered furniture and the recent footprints through the dust on the floor leading towards her.

Just as Jane realised the footprints lead to behind the door, a raspy voice was heard.

"Oh, Detective Jane Rizzoli, I was wondering when you would come." Before Jane could turn and shoot the fucker she felt a sharp pain in her left arm and looked down to see a needle sticking out of her bicep.

The last sight she saw before the world went black was the old man with the twisted smile.

Korsak knew the minute he entered the house that Jane wasn't there; looking at the floor, there was signs of someone dragging a body to the back of the house. Korsak ordered some of the uniforms to search the house and some to follow him. Setting off on a sprint he followed the trail.

Knowing it was Jane that was being dragged, Korsak was finding it hard to remember to breathe.

The trail had stopped as soon as they got outside, but there was tire marks on the back road behind the house.

Calling the precinct and getting hold of a guy called Frost, Korsak ordered for him to track Jane's phone, hoping that Hoyt hadn't destroyed it already.

The next hour was the worst hour of Korsak's life.

Almost instantly, Korsak was given coordinates of Jane's phone's whereabouts. He grabbed a police cruiser and barking orders for the uniforms to follow and shot off.

The coordinates that he was given lead him to an old worn down house on the outskirts of town. Korsak got there before the uniforms and decided that he couldn't waste time when Jane's life was in the balance.

Carefully entering the house, Korsak was instantly met with sounds of pleads and cries. Urging himself not to rush and be careful. He followed the sounds and voices, ending up in front of the basement door.

Opening the door, he was met with the most spine-chilling and disturbing image he had ever laid eyes on. Hoyt was hovering over Jane with a scalpel aimed at her neck. She was pinned down by two rusty nails in the palm of both her hands. That image alone made Korsak nearly burst into tears.

Before he made his presence known he noticed another figure in the dim basement. Looking more closely he was shocked to see Frank Rizzoli tied against a pillar, being forced to watch the sight of his daughter in front of him, he was struggling against his restraints and screaming around his gag.

Hoyt's coarse voice seemed to echo round the spacious basement, making him seem like he was all around them.

"Oh, Janie. Stop this whimpering, I thought you were untouchable, but if you were how could I do this-"

And with that Hoyt reached over and started to twist the nail in Jane's right hand, earning a loud cry from the otherwise hard detective.

Korsak was shaken from his shock by that sound that seemed to further break his heart.

Korsak shouted out for Hoyt to freeze, but before Korsak could make a move forward through the doorway, Hoyt started shooting at Korsak with what the man assumed was Jane's gun. Korsak was forced to take cover against the wall. Once the shots stopped, Korsak came out of cover and saw Hoyt scramble effortlessly through a small window in the corner.

Korsak shot at the man, but knew it was too late. He had to make sure Jane was not harmed other than the obvious.

Running over to the woman, he realised she was in the midst of crying uncontrollably.

"It hurts, Korsak. It hurts." Jane cried and Korsak had never heard her sound so young and scared, almost lost.

"Okay, you're okay. I'm going to get you out, Jane. I promise." Korsak looked at the nails and realised he would have to pull them out now, to help prevent her hands getting infected if they weren't already.

Korsak wiped warily at a fallen tear from his eye as he got in position holding the nail that was in her left hand. He had no clue whether to go slow or to pull it out as fast as possible. One thing he knew was that it was going to be agonizing for his partner.

"P-please, I-I hurt!" At Jane's voice, Korsak decided that he needed to do this quick. Getting a better grip on the nail he cringed at what was to come.

Suddenly, putting all his strength into it, he pulled the nail out. Hearing Jane's screech and cries, made his tears flow freely.

Ripping his shirtsleeve and wrapping it tight around Jane's hand he moved swiftly over to the other hand, taking a deep breath before pulling the nail out to be met with even louder cries from the woman. Wrapping the material around Jane's right hand, Jane's whispered question came to his ears,

"W...W-where's my Daddy?"

Korsak looked over and the sight made his breathe catch in his throat and fresh tears start.

Hoyt had obviously wanted to finish the job with at least one of them and he had chosen Frank Senior.

There was a bullet hole in the middle of the man's chest and his head had fallen forward. Dead.

Korsak moved so Jane couldn't see the body. She was too traumatized to witness something like that.

"He's gone, Jane. He's gone." Korsak answered, pulling Jane up on shaky legs, holding most of her weight.

"W-what do you mean, he... he's r-right there!" Jane yelled.

Korsak grabbed Jane as she saw for herself and suddenly her legs went out from underneath her, she let out a loud wail as she saw her father's body.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Korsak grabbed her before she hit the floor and she hid her face into his chest, letting out heart wrenching sobs that sent spasms through her entire body. He held onto her, surrounding her with his arms as they stood and wept together for the loss of a good man.

Eventually Korsak heard the first uniforms enter the house and he realised that Jane wouldn't want anyone to see her like this. Picking her up; one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders. He carried her up the stairs. Warning the uniforms to not say a word, he lead her outside and thanked God that only the first cruiser of cops had arrived.

Putting Jane in the passenger seat and getting in himself he drove them to the hospital, keeping his hand entwined with Jane's trembling but strong-gripped hand.

After a couple of days, Jane requested for a new partner while still in a hospital, not being able to be partners with someone who saw her so weak. She had thought that Korsak wouldn't trust her and feel safe with a weak partner, but she couldn't have been more wrong in the eyes of Vince Korsak.

Korsak had seen how she had survived and grieved with the rest of her family at the loss of her father and he's only thought was that she was the strongest person he had come across.

Barry Frost was assigned to be Jane's new partner; yet as the months passed, Jane was able to look at Korsak and not be hit with her weakness and eventually the three of them worked as a team.

That was until one of the crime scenes was signed by Charles Hoyt.

All the memories came rushing back to the surface and Jane needed an out. No matter how much she pleaded for her family and the two detectives to stay in Boston they didn't relent and followed her straight to London.

What Jane didn't realise was that her family and Korsak also needed to rid themselves of the memories and what better to do that than a new start in a new place.

Korsak, Frost and Jane soon found themselves to be known over in England too and were offered the jobs of detectives. Frost and Korsak didn't hesitate and were sure that Jane would follow.

But Jane needed more space.

So she signed up for the Royal Marines and was deported a month later.

Living more nightmares to forget her worst.